Saturday, February 24, 2007

Loved All Over the World

A float depicting U.S. President George W. Bush being spanked by the Statue Of Liberty passes by during the Rose Monday carnival parade in Mainz, western Germany, on Monday, February 19, 2007.
Thousands of spectators attended the traditional street carnival parade in the state of Rhineland-Palatinates's capital.
(AP Photo/Bernd Kammerer)

A carnival float carries a large papier-mache figure of U.S. President George W. Bush and Iran's President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
The annual six-day carnival, which peaks on Rose Monday when millions of people watch processions in major cities, is famous for its tradition of crude political satire and beer-guzzling crowds. The words on the float reads, 'Armpit of Evil'.
REUTERS/Ina Fassbender (GERMANY)


An Army honor guard carries the casket of Sgt. John T. Bubeck, of Collegeville, Pa., during funeral services at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Va. in this Jan. 9, 2007 file photo. Bubeck, 25, died of wounds suffered when an improvised explosive device detonated near his vehicle during combat operations Dec. 25 in Baghdad, Iraq.
Americans are keenly aware of how many U.S. forces have lost their lives in Iraq, according to a new AP-Ipsos poll. But at the same time, they woefully underestimate the number of Iraqi civilians who have been killed.
(AP Photo/Kevin Wolf, File)

One From Column 'A' and One From Column 'B'

It is Saturday, February 24. Fifteen days ago, Anna Nicole Smith died. Now, she haunts my TV. Nancy Grace Weekend, (which sounds more like a horror movie title than a news and information show) is all over the custody hearing. Over on the Fox Noise, they're discussing the nutty judge and Britney, who isn't dead, although she still haunts.

This is telling me that, either (a) I do not understand the wants and needs of the American consumer, or (b) The news programs are off on their own, and people really are not watching.

I'm thinking "a".

People in charge of programming TV shows do not aimlessly put shows on the TV. They methodically go over demographics and viewer ratings to determine just what and when people are watching. Like some kind of demented network TIVO, they know what we think we want, and they have determined that we want more Anna Nicole stuff. I ask myself how they can tell...

Since it's on 24/7, it might be hard to differentiate between whether we (a) like stories about her or (b) just tune in to see if there is finally something newsworthy going on.

I'm thinking "b".

The iPod Shuffle

Here's the idea:
Set your iPod to SHUFFLE, and report the first 10 selections that pop up.

OK, so mine is a Dell, but it has 2915 songs in it, so the results should be interesting. Here we go:

Top Jimmy from 1984 by Van Halen

The Door Into Summer from Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones by The Monkees

A Hit By Varese from Chicago 5

Sweet the Sting by Tori Amos from The Beekeeper

Rocking Horse by Gov't Mule from their Boulder, Colorado show

Jam (untitled) by The Dave Matthews Band from Live Trax volume 4

What is This? by King's X from Out of the Silent Planet

Lawyers, Guns and Money by Warren Zevon from Excitable Boy

41 by The Dave Matthews Band from the Golden Gate Park show

Amish Sex by Dave Attell from Shanks for the Memories

That was fun. Only one repeat band, and although I routinely go through it and remove stuff I thought I would listen to but don't, I wouldn't take any of these out.
Who has an iPod that wants to take a shot at this? Besides being interesting, it's about the easiest blog post you could do.

Stuff for Saturday

DARMSTADT, Germany - A European spacecraft was on course to zip past Mars on Sunday, a crucial maneuver in its meandering, 10-year voyage through the solar system to make the first soft landing on a comet.
German scientists are taking great care to be sure that the spacecraft doesn't hit Uranus.

LOS ANGELES - A classic Hollywood cliffhanger will conclude Sunday's Academy Awards, and organizers hope the suspense of an up-for-grabs best picture race will be enough to keep TV audiences tuned in through the finale.

I think TV has lost track of the American worker. I live in the eastern time zone, and my alarm goes off at 5:30am on weekdays. Awards shows and sporting events can keep me up well past midnight, depriving me of much-needed rest. I'm not enough of a nut about it to hang out until 1am while Alec Baldwin reads from a note card. I figure that's what newspapers and the Internet are for.
I suppose there's suspense over the best picture race, but since I've only seen one of the nominees, my unqualified pick for the best picture Oscar this year is ...
Little Miss Sunshine

They'll give Scorcese his "lifetime achievement" Best Director Oscar. He didn't win one for Raging Bull or Taxi Driver, so they figure that they owe him one, I think. I didn't see The Departed, but I can't imagine that it was his best work.
Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore
The King of Comedy
There's a film planned for 2008 called The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt that he's directing. Looks interesting. It's being developed for Scorcese and Leonardo DiCaprio, who's turning into quite the star these days.
I also think that they'll give Peter O'Toole one for his breadth of work. Never won an Oscar and getting older every day. Otherwise, who knows? I don't go to movies. Although, it's amazing that Meryl Streep is nominated again. The 14th time.

And, has anyone ever seen one of those "Short Subject" films? Me neither. I don't go to movies. But even when I was going, I never saw one. Fifteen minutes of previews, twelve minutes of commercials and that slide telling me to turn off my cell phone. Just don't try to take my iPod away...

I know at least one of my faithful readers will shudder a bit as she reads this:

PHILADELPHIA - A high school teacher was assaulted by two students and hospitalized with broken vertebrae after he took an iPod away from one of them during class, officials said.

Frank Burd, 60, was in a hallway at Germantown High School shortly after 11 a.m. when he was confronted by the 17-year-old who brought the iPod to class, officials said Friday.

A 15-year-old student joined the confrontation and either punched or helped trip Burd, who fell and hit his head, said Fernando Gallard, a spokesman for the Philadelphia School District.

Burd was taken to Albert Einstein Medical Center with two broken bones in his neck, said Paul Vallas, the district's chief executive officer. The teacher's injury does not involve paralysis, Vallas said.

The two students, who were not named because of their ages, were charged Friday night with aggravated assault, simple assault and reckless endangerment, police said.

Vallas said they will be expelled.

Expelled. Great. Two more losers cast into society. We'll be paying for their upkeep for the rest of their lives.
I don't think we should live in a society where teachers are afraid that they will be accosted in their workplace. Maybe it's because people are reared without proper respect for authority? I don't know. Meanwhile, a teacher is in the hospital.
That makes good nonsense.

Friday, February 23, 2007

The Future of Baseball

I love baseball.

I grew up with baseball. Dad was baseball. Baseball was summers off from school with the radio at my bed listening until I fell asleep. OK, so I'm no James Earl Jones, but you know...

The one constant through all the years has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard and rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is part of our past. It reminds us of all that once was good, and can be again.

Anyway ... It's my favorite sport to attend, and the only sport that I can express an informed opinion or offer insight to. Give me a summer night, a beer, scorecard and hot dog and I'm a happy pappy. Recently, however, ticket prices have begun to creep beyond the grasp of the lower income group who might enjoy a night out. Or me. It is sad because the game may be on its way to becoming another corporate-ruled enterprise, like football and hockey, where the average fan has to wait until his boss gives him tickets to see a game.

Up until now, people have come. They come in that Field of Dreams way, like they had to be there.

POINT A: The average salary for a major league baseball player in 2006 was $2,699,292 per year. The league minimum is $327,000. Baseball's collective bargaining agreement called for the minimum to rise at the same rate as the percentage increase in the Consumer Price Index-Urban Wage Earners and Clerical Workers from November 2004 through November 2005.

POINT B: Currently, games are broadcast on free-TV, with the exception of the Phillies (and perhaps some others) who broadcast most of their games on Comcast Cable, unavailable with rabbit-ears.

POINT C: When was the last time the minimum wage was increased?

I'm afraid I'm only going to be able to be a baseball fan for another 3 to 5 years. At that point, I figure that salaries would have gotten so far out of hand that the owners would be forced to (a) put the games on Pay-per-View (b) charge Hockey prices for game tickets and (c) made it virtually impossible to see a game without paying for it - either at the ballpark or the TV. When I have to start paying for every game I want to see, even when I'm at home, the salary train will have careened out of control. Then, on principle, I will have soured on the Game as a Business concept and grown weary of men earning those exorbitant salaries to the point that I will have to make a hard decision: Abandon the game and its fan-unfriendly behavior or suck it up. I'm thinking the former.
This year alone, Alfonso Soriano signed a $136 million dollar deal that is ... GUARANTEED. Vernon Wells got $126 million and Carlos Lee got $100 million. But nothing tops Alex Rodriguez's record $252 million, 10-year contract, of which he still has four years left. And let me tell you, folks. They are good players, but there ain't a Hank Aaron in the bunch, so figure there's more room at the top.
Here's the scenario:

The owners are still spending last year's and the coming year's ticket money, so they have yet to feel the pinch. Next year, however, they will have paid the first year of Soriano's (and the others like him) contract and will start to feel financial pressure because they have out-paced their revenue base with the salaries they are paying. At that point, the logical solution is to raise ticket prices. This time, however, it will not be the customary fifty cents or dollar a ticket. This time it will be significant to the point of leaving some fans unable to attend, therefore equalizing the attendance-drop and price increase for a net gain of slightly more than zero.
This trend will continue for the next 4 to 5 years, until the owners have increased prices to the point that the average fan who attends one or two games a year will be unable to attend any games unless his boss gives him tickets (hence the Hockey analogy). By this time, tickets that are now $45 will be close to $100, and the ripple effect will have reached the upper levels, where nosebleed seats will cost what field-level tickets cost now.

When the fan-sponge has been squeezed to the point of near-dry, the owners will be forced to turn to TV. They cannot charge advertisers significantly more than they charge now, lest the network be unable to afford the coverage with what they would have to make up in advertising revenue. Even Fox isn't that stupid. With no commercial contract available to show their product to the new fans who were priced out of the stadium, they will be left with no alternative than to reach to the behemoth that is cable television, thus alienating the same people they alienated with the ticket price increase.
And don't forget, all this is going on while salaries continue to escalate. In 2001, there was a 12.8% increase, and in 2006 they went up 9%, so for the sake of argument, let's factor in a 10% raise in the average salary per year for the next 5. At that rate, the average salary - average salary - will be $4,347,235. The power of compounding. Compounding idiocy, not interest. I think that's a conservative estimate. The average this year alone may be more than $3 million, as the high salaries unbalance the line.
So, whom do you figure is going to foot the bill for the Alex Rodriguez Club members? You, dick pump. When advertisers back out and the revenue from newly-installed luxury boxes maximizes, the only card left in the deck is the fan. They will ask you to pay to see games on television, and they will use the new NFL Network as an example. The NFL Network is only available to subscribers of premium or digital cable. Both cost more than standard cable. Either they will make the games available on subscription (like Dish Network) or merely back-door the thing with an increase in your cable bill, trust me. You will be paying for it.

You'd better believe that every major sport is watching The NFL Network like a hawk to see if the thing earns money. The second it does, you can bet the owners meetings will take on a new tone. They will be busting their guts to figure out how they can balance their books on the backs of the fans. And we'll probably just sit there and take it.

And why shouldn't we? Were the one who goes to the games, buys the hats, the cards and the plush mascot for our granddaughter. We're the logical choice, after all. When government runs out of funding options, it turns to gambling, so we're paying for that. If they taxed us, we'd scream like Hell, but a lottery ticket makes us moist. Either way.

I'm not thrilled with the current state of Sports as Industry, so I cannot imagine the situation improving, especially when I see so many ordinary players making extraordinary salaries. I do not see myself paying high ticket prices or high cable fees because the owners were careless with their money. I don't like to be used as a cash cow, and the milk in this one is almost gone.

Slowly, the lower end of the fan-income scale is being priced out of games. Four tickets and all the parking-food-program stuff, and you're into a $200 night out with the kids. Anybody working in WalMart that has $200 to blow on a baseball game is living over their heads. But as long as their bosses have a box at the ballpark, they'll get a chance to go, but they'll still have to bring their own food.
People will not come.

People will most definitely not come.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

So, You Think You're Weird?

I was challenged by the clever young lady that runs This Chaos I Like to Call My Life to a "weird-off" of sorts. She has posted 10 weird things about herself and has tagged a few of us to do the same. Weird-O-Rama.

I think it's interesting that pretty much this entire blog is dedicated to how weird I am. So, post-wise, we're up over 300 weird things - and counting. Besides, I did a whole Thursday Thirteen about it in September that fans of mental illness can use as a reference in their Master's Thesis.

"Oh yeah, he's weird, but check out this guy! Jumpin' Jesus!"

OK, maybe one more...for the kids.

The latest one is my new favorite evening snack. Birds Eye Deluxe Mixed Baby Vegetables. That's right. I heat the little bastards up in the microwave, salt 'em up and go. Dee-lish. And I don't even own a rabbit.

Most of my oddities involve food ... or the cell phone, but not cigarettes ... speaking of weird behavior.

BARDSTOWN, Ky. - Debbie Coulter said she supports the right to smoke at her restaurant, but the 52-year-old shudders when she recalls a recent incident in which she fell asleep smoking and her nightgown caught fire. "It scares me to death," said Coulter, whose husband helped extinguish the fire. "I could have lost everything — my husband would have had to bury me."

Keep smoking Deb. He'll have to bury you soon anyway.

So, dig this - the answer these geniuses in Kentucky came up with was a Fire Safe cigarette. Sure, keep smoking. That's a great idea. Why bother to stop the behavior when we can fix it with money and technology? That's like fixing drunk driving by building a car that steers badly on purpose.
Clue for Sale: Stop smoking the Goddamned cigarettes! We don't need new and improved cigarettes, we need no cigarettes. That's the only sure-fire (pun intended) way to keep people from setting themselves on fire. God, do I have to think of everything?

Fire Safe cigarettes. I wonder how you get them lit?

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

I'll Take Dumbass for 400, Alex

So, I'm walking on the treadmill at the gym, watching the closed captioned version of Jeopardy. Can life get any better? Not right now, it can't.

It is without a doubt the most pretentious show on the TV, and it has been on since 1911. It is regarded as a measure of intelligence, but it's really just a TV show. And what's all this nonsense about answering with a question? WTF? That's my question. Usually, the questions and answers don't match-up. Here's an example:

The category was "Before the Euro", and Eileen asks for the $400 question.
ALEX: The answer is ... The drachma.
EILEEN: What is Greece?
ALEX: Right.

Right? If somebody asks me "What is Greece?" and I respond with "The drachma" I'm going to look like a dumbass. On Jeopardy, it's worth $400.

Eileen's a genius, and I'm walking on a machine for half an hour without going anywhere.

The Dumbass.

Who is me?

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Thank God That's Settled

The Question: Was John F. Kennedy alive 90 seconds before his fatal shooting in Dallas on November 22, 1963?

The Answer: Yes, he was. But, how can we be sure? (Hey, that’s another question).

Because, new footage of JFK’s motorcade in Dallas has surfaced, dumbass. Amateur photographer George Jefferies took the footage and held onto it for more than 40 years. Jefferies mentioned it in a casual conversation with his son-in-law, Wayne Graham, and the two agreed to donate it to the Sixth Floor Museum in Dallas, which focuses on Kennedy’s life and assassination.

A casual conversation about film that you took on a day that the world changed? I wonder what they talk about when something really important happens?

George: Hey, did I ever show you this? [running projector]

Wayne: Cool. That pink outfit looks familiar. Is this from that time you went to Dallas? [rubbing chin]

George: Yeah. It was stuck in with those pictures of a blank Mount Rushmore and that junk I shot at that military base in New Mexico.

Wayne: So, you’ve been sitting on this for what … 43 years?

George: Well, I was waiting for the media shit-storm to die down, but I guess it won’t.

Wayne: No, not as long as The History Channel is around. They’re running a special on Thursday. It’s the 43 year-3 month anniversary. An all-day marathon. “Who Killed Kennedy?”, “Who Wanted to Kill Kennedy?”, “Who Would Have Killed Kennedy if Somebody Didn’t Already?”, “Who Would Kennedy Have Killed if He Knew Somebody Was Trying to Kill Him?” and “Who Killed the Guy Who Wanted to Kill Kennedy?” Oy. Hours and hours.
I meant to call you a couple of weeks ago, but you were at Anna Nicole’s place…

George: Hmmm … yeah. I’ll tell you about that someday.

Wayne: Oh yeah, sure. In 2050!

George: What’s this about killing Kennedy?

Wayne: Never mind. So, ya wanna put it on Ebay?

George: No. I’m still trying to get somebody to bid on that lock of Britney’s hair. Skeptical bastards. [mumbling under his breath].

Wayne: Shut up and run that film again. I think I saw Dick Cheney in the crowd.

Let's Go "Next Blog"-ging

Start with the tune of "Space Truckin'" in your head, and you'll have a nice musical background going. Then, I'll hit the NEXT BLOG button to see where I'll go. The sense of adventure is overwhelming. Now I know how Magellan and John Glenn must have felt.

My first English-speaking stop was Free Hott Girls, proclaiming "if you come to this blog you will see hundreds of free girls that are ready for you to just look at them in their bikinis." What better reason to blog? Girls in bikinis.

Next up, the ladies way. Lead story: Bald-headed Britney gets tattooed, just above an article about the French Nazi-era collaborator Papon dying. Otherwise, it looks like a resting space for articles about coping and romance. By the way, the Nazi's romantic period is greatly under-appreciated.

Then, I found beeleoge. He posts YouTube videos of women dancing. At the bottom of the page was the answer to the Number of ways of factoring n with all factors >1. It made the scroll-bar thing really tiny.

Up pops the Artful Blogger. He posted some photos of sculpture made with forks and some hedge art. Interesting.

Ooops. It's the Catholic Book Review. I wonder what they thought of The Bible?

Now, it's Dinosaurs. Most recent post: 3,000,000 BC.

Here's The Foolish Girl, who promises that she is "rude, vulgar and will probably offend you." She loves The Toadies, Leonardo DeCaprio and Damien Rice. She's was right. She is offending me.

OURTALK is a blog by Bushy, who seems to get out a lot. It's mostly reviews of shows he's seen or bands he's heard.

Then I came up on one of those family blogs, which is entirely uninteresting unless you're a displaced member of their immediate family who cares about what color Junior's crap was that day or how many times the dog pissed in the laundry room. Otherwise, it's really cool.

Uh-oh, it's The Political War Zone. The first thing I see on the page is a big "ad" for some place called Cloud 9, that promises to
transform unique and memorable experiences into unforgettable gifts. Hey, back off the war talk, OK buddy. I'm trying to make a keychain out of that hooker I was with last night.

I needed a place for Jokes, fun and laughs, so it's a good thing I found e-LauGhs. Even the title is funny. It's full of dopey jokes and lists. It's a great place to start one of those chain-forwarded-a-thousand-times e-mails. Fwd:>>Fwd:>>Fwd:>>Fwd:>>Fwd:>>Who Doesn't Think This is Funny?

In Our House is another of those family-oriented deals, but this one has more general interest stuff, and each post comes with a handy click box for you to order Harry Potter on Amazon. Thanks, I was wondering how I was gonna get one. Wowie.

I wondered what DangerDemocrat meant. Was there a comma missing or an exclamation point? It wasn't until I saw him refer to the "Luddites in the White House" that I knew what it meant.
The Luddites were a paramilitary
group, trying to enforce a production monopoly for their own financial gain through sabotage and the resultant intimidation. They also opposed the free market and technological progress. There ya go. Word for the day: Luddites.

One blog said that it was
designed to foster discussion that will help Christians become transformed into the image of Christ and sharing that transformative process with others. Wow - is that video on YouTube?

Machines are for Sissies, or so says K-Smash, on a blog that is a daily post of his workout routine. OK, that's enough.

Try as I might, I couldn't randomly stumble across anything worth reading. Sorry folks. The NEXT BLOG button is infested sometimes. I found myself switched to Jokes-n-Junk, a drug advertisement and something called The Bestest Blog in the World, which features a RANDOM BLOG button that gets you locked in Internet Hell. Not bestest blog.

What this little exercise did was to make me appreciate the people on the sidebar under Blogger Buddies - and even the ones that aren't there that I stalk ... er ... read.
There are estimates that say there are 50 million blogs. To know and read any at all that are of high quality and have interesting content is an achievement in itself. Congratulations to you for being interesting and fun to read.

Along the way, I found a neat place to get free Blogger templates, and a link to the original film of the Hindenburg crash, so it wasn't a total loss.

And now... Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Paice, Ian Gillian, Jon Lord and Roger Glover. 1973. Back when you had to use musical instruments to make these kinds of sounds. I wouldn't blame you if you bailed on it:

Monday, February 19, 2007

Happy President's Day

Today is President's Day. A day to celebrate our presidents, and not just the good ones. We should include all of them, the good and the bad, because we're honoring all of them, otherwise it would be called Good President's Day.

Arguably, the five worst presidents in U.S. History are Andrew Jackson, James Buchanan, Ulysses Grant, Herbert Hoover and Richard Nixon. I had to throw out a lot of bad ones to get to that list, but I feel as though I may be making a grave error. I think that perhaps I should be adding one, but which one to add?

I don't like all the fuss over "Top 10" or "Top 5". What makes them such special numbers? If you have a worthy candidate, there is no problem with expanding the list. So, let's do the Top 6 Worst Presidents in History, because I think we might have number one sitting right here in front of us, and I'd hate to have to remove one of those names to fit. The number six is significant in the history of this particular clown.

Six years ago, the worst president in the history of the United States was inaugurated, and we have been paying for it ever since. Geez, we even had another chance to keep him out of our lives, and we screwed the pooch. As you will no doubt remember, it started out with a bang on Inauguration Day:
Chief of Staff Andrew Card issued a sixty-day moratorium halting all new health, safety, and environmental regulations issued in the final days of the Clinton administration. We should have known, it would be all downhill from there...

Later that year, Senate Republicans introduced a bill to open up the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge to oil exploration.

In April, he got his little pal involved. Vice President Dick Cheney’s task force released its “National Energy Policy” report, calling for weaker environmental regulations and massive subsidies for the oil and gas, coal, and nuclear power industries. That's great teamwork. The kind of thing that will get you boys on the list. But, don't stop trying!

It was six years ago when Bush abandoned his campaign pledge to regulate carbon dioxide emissions from power plants and later, he backed out of Kyoto treaty on global warming.
In 2001, the Bush administration abandoned an international effort to crack down on offshore tax havens.

In December of that year, a White House commission recommended privatizing Social Security. Do you remember all the screaming we had to do over that? I'm still hoarse.

2001 got off to a rollicking start with the Bush Administration, and the year wasn't over yet.
The biggest 6 of all happened on August 6, 2001 when the Presidential Daily Briefing warned the White House that "Bin Ladin [sic] Determined to Strike in U.S."

Six it is.

Happy President's Day.

Thanks to IN THESE TIMES, A Timeline of Failure, by Craig Aaron for the list. There's more here.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

As the Old Broad Would Say ... OMFG

From president Bush's press conference on February 14th:

QUESTION: A lot of our allies in Europe do a lot of business with Iran. So I wonder what your thought are about how you further tighten the financial pressure on Iran, in particular, if it also means economic pain for a lot of our allies.

BUSH: It's an interesting question. One of the problems, not specifically on this issue, just in general, that -- let's put it this way: Money trumps peace, sometimes.

In other words, commercial interests are very powerful interests throughout the world. And part of the issue in convincing people to put sanctions on a specific country is to convince them that it's in the world's interest that they forego their own financial interest.

And that's why sometimes it's tough to get tough economic sanctions on countries, and I'm not making any comment about any particular country, but you touched on a very interesting point.
You know -- so, therefore, we're constantly working with nations to convince them that what really matters in the long run is to have the environment so peace can flourish.

In case you may have glossed over that: MONEY TRUMPS PEACE.

Jesus. Who wants to form a commune in England with me?

Or is that really far enough away? How about Neptune?

Stop over at Pam's to see the video.

Viva Wayne Newton

So, there's Wayne Newton, singing the opening song for the NBA All-Star Game in Las Vegas. In some strange way, it's a perfect match - A make-believe game in a make-believe city with a star made by the make-believe city. He's standing up on the top of some lighted Plexiglas stairway singing "Viva Las Vegas". Nice. Well ...

I can't really see his face moving, presumably as a result of the thousands of dollars spent on cosmetic surgery.

Then, I think about the theme ... of course, he would sing "Viva Las Vegas". Wayne Newton and Las Vegas go together like peanut butter and chocolate. Las Vegas paid for all that surgery. I'd sing my little silicone-enhanced heart out too, if I owed as much to one city as he does.

Although, the lusting after Beverly D'Angelo in that Vegas Vacation movie still sceeves me a little ... a lot.

A Question for the Panel

Do you tip at Subway?
I noticed a tip box on the counter of my local Subway on Sunday, and wondered if I was being a cheapskate for not dropping something in. My sandwich order came to $8.38, so was I supposed to leave $1.25? (15%) - I don't think so. There was a dollar bill hanging (obviously placed by the owner) and some loose change inside, so it wasn't one of those 'take-a-penny, leave-a-penny' deals.
OK, so the guy was making my sandwich, but does that mean I'm supposed to tip?
What say you, blogger buddies?

Paula Wins in Hawaii

KAHUKU, Hawaii -- Paula Creamer won the LPGA Tour's season-opening SBS Open on Saturday for her first victory since 2005, handling the whipping wind to hold off Julieta Granada by a stroke. Creamer closed with a 2-under 70 for a 9-under 207 total and earned $165,000 for her third LPGA Tour title. In 2005 as a rookie, she won two LPGA Tour titles and also took two tournaments in Japan.
I know, most of you care about this much. But, seeing as how I spent Saturday night watching the tournament, and I get at least 5 page hits a day from Google searches of "Paula Creamer [insert rude reference]", I figured I owed it at least a brief post. I'm not sure what you expect to find, but here's another web hit for ya.
Come to think of it, I'm not even sure how they get here to begin with. I suppose her name comes up in the same post as the words "hairy", "nude", "up-skirt" or "armpits". I really can't imagine how, but you know the Google doesn't lie. It would be nice to see some quotation marks in those searches, though.

And, since I should pass my 20,000th page view on Sunday, a nice story about Paula should speed the process along nicely. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to throw one of those Blogger Parties that I keep hearing about. I just happened to notice the 19979 on the counter Saturday, so I figures...

I don't expect to feel any differently tomorrow, either for the 20000 or the golf thing. It's still cold and I still have to go to work on Tuesday.